T-minus 19 Days

19 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Today was the issue of the layout. Round and round in my mind, presenting different angles, different substances, vellum, no vellum, refractions, mirrors, ceiling, floor, false walls, every option goes through my mind. Infinite possibilities and really… in at the heart of it all… I just miss my girlfriend.
I tell you, it’s hard to concentrate on art when the love of your life is an entire country away. I don’t even understand how people did it even 15 years ago. No email, no cellphones, no texting, you were left with letter writing and setting up phone dates.

Now I love letter writing, but the time factor between responses is something that kills me.
Have I gone soft!?
Is this what the soft, non-tough Zefrey looks and whines like?

SHIT!

When I take my spot on the pity pot, I like to remember that most people don’t ever get to experience true love, even if they have to live on 5000 miles from it, so best to shut up and enjoy what I have before god decides to take it all away.
Then, and only then, I don’t feel so bad any more. Then I feel kind of lucky.

Still… I am fucking tired of masturbating.

Perhaps she had her shot at love and lost it,
perhaps she never got her shot.

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Like a 70’s detective film where he takes the bait…

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Let the bells ring!